Chapter 96

“Good luck, mate.” Paul got to his feet, slapped Pete on the back and left the pavilion in search of his car. He was suddenly tired, the thought of an early night becoming more and more appealing.

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He didn’t know why, but one evening he was returning from a meeting and found himself parking up outside Trevor’s house. Dismissing it as merely forgetting that he no longer lived there, Paul was about to drive off when he thought what the hell, and turned off the ignition. He’d not seen Trevor in quite a while. Obviously the bloke had moved on and was getting on with his life. Paul felt the need to reconnect.

Pressing the doorbell, he was soon ushered inside. Trevor insisted on cooking for him, Paul discoveringfor once he was hungry.

After they’d eaten, Trevor invited him into the front room. It was as if he hadn’t been away. The two sat talking for hours, though afterward he couldn’t recall much of what they’d talked about.

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